Whatever lifts you up
Whatever floats ur boat
But I can’t take it anymore
So I’ve gone remote
To a desert island
In the middle of the sea
Coz my time has run up
For when I used to be me.
So cry your tears
They’re what made this sea
and don’t go without them
Or else you’ll be like me
On a desert island
In the middle of the sea
Remote doesn’t even come close
To the things I have been
I was awfully afloat
On a big large boat
But then it tipped over
And sunk down below
Down in the depths
Where […]
I feel trapped, caged, waiting to get out.
Then what?
Go to college?
Be force-fed information again?
Sit down and have people tell me what I need to know?
Go to another institution, following more rules and regulations so I can do what,
get a stable career the rest of my life?
Everyone’s always telling me how important it is.
Everyone’s doing it
Everyone’s going to college.
What I really want to do is run barefoot in an open field and fall asleep under the stars
I want to ride a vintage motorcycle down a country road as fast as I can
to smoke cigars in a bar with a shot of whiskey
to go where I want […]
Into the great wide open
with a shovel and a broom
which one will you choose
to dig up your family’s blues
the sick smell of perfume
reminding what you have to lose
saying ya gotta cover up your chest
because you were blessed
with big bright balloons
that make the fella’s swoon
and you can’t just give it away
you have to wait until they’re okay
with what your gonna do
I geuss they’re in on it too
and no one wants to be uncomfortable
so the longer you wait for them the more polite you seem
smashing all your urges, but not all of your dreams
a lady is a classy woman, the highest of esteem
because she knows her place, […]
I’ve wanted to die not long after I’d been born. The first time I tried to kill myself was when I was four years old. And for the people who have told me that my brain wasn’t fully developed yet, its impossible, i wasn’t capable of feeling suicidal, bullshit. I remember it. I wanted to die and I was perfectly capable of feeling hopeless. Â The next seven times I tried to kill myself was when I was ten years old and living in hell. I remember I brought a large steak knife up to my room and just held it up to my neck till […]